Four Points

Hidden away a lone cross stands;In a valley ever shrouded by mist,Hearts thrive and dreams persistThe idol not built by mortal hands.Four points come together,There rests a symbol on eachAnd to the deepest fathoms reach,All are joined at the center.Engraved on the head a nameless tome,Holding what is and was in the world,By this all secrets be unfurled,It stands for all things known.A dragon sits at the left-hand path,The creature of strength and power,To defy the world in every hour,Symbol of wisdom and wrath.At the right a Phoenix rests,Returning from every death,Soaring higher with every breath,Blazing proud through harshest tests.At the base a red rose there grows,Its beauty to sight is lost,Hidden from all by layers of frost,The side that never shows.